Mating Two Bears [Yamato 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read online

  She drew out his cock with her small and gentle fingers, beginning to stroke his shaft. Emi gathered the pre-cum from the head of his cock and spread it over his length. Sora groaned, spearing his fingers into her beautiful hair.

  “Will you let me take care of you, Sora?” she asked, looking up at him with impossibly huge ebony eyes.

  “Hells bells, you are one sweet woman, Emi.” Taking his word as a “yes,” Emi’s hand wound down his base.

  She administered small cat-like licks across his shaft, while applying a little pressure to his balls.

  “You look so beautiful kneeling in front of me in the grass like that, Emi,” Sora murmured, tightening his grip on her hair.

  She didn’t protest at his roughness. Her black eyes looked up at him while her tongue swirled across the head of his cock. Her expression was intense, contemplative. Gods of Yamato, even as she sucked cock, she looked elegant. Sora didn’t think many women were capable of such a thing.

  “Take me in your mouth, Emi. I want to feel those amazing lips on my shaft,” Sora crooned. He was rewarded by a wicked smile.

  “Patience, Sora.”

  He grunted. Emi seemed to immensely enjoy teasing him. Her fingers worked his base while her tongue slid tentatively and teasingly across his thickening length. Heat travelled straight to his belly and cock, and his balls felt tight against his body.

  “Emi,” he groaned, unable to take a second more of her teasing.

  Without another word, she opened her mouth to take his tormented cock. Heat followed her mouth. Sora watched her work her jaws, desire rammed into him with every inch she covered. She experimentally and slowly worked her way inch by inch, applying suction here and there, making him cry out. Sora felt his cock hit the back of her throat.

  “Slowly now, Emi,” he managed. She withdrew out of him, and just watching her smooth motion made the heat inside him tighten. “Emi, I’m coming.”

  The small fingers around his base tightened and he felt the slight press of her nails. He grunted at the sensation and of her silken mouth draping itself over his cock again.

  “I’m going to take every drop of you, Sora. So come.”

  At her urging, Sora exploded into her waiting mouth. Truth to her word, she took every drip of his cum. The forest fell away from his vision. His eyeballs whirled inside his head as he let pleasure wash him away as he emptied his sac.

  When he came to, he found himself staring at Emi, still kneeling and looking up at him expectantly. She let out a surprised sound as he bent down to lift her up so she was standing.

  “Now it’s my turn to reward you, lovely.” Sora slid to his knees and ran his hands across her sides.

  “Reward me?”

  “I want to taste you, Emi. I want to taste your pussy,” Sora told her plainly, enjoying her blush.

  He insistently pulled aside the fabric of her kimono to expose her long fine legs. Gripping her hips to him, Sora lowered his head and pulled aside her undergarments with his mouth.

  “Sora,” she said uncertainly.

  Any trace of hesitation left the moment his tongue darted into her quivering folds. Emi sighed above him, her fingers sinking into his hair. Sora’s tongue made lazy circles on her clit, until the nub hardened and swelled. He moved his tongue lower, to lick at the cream leaking from her slit.

  His mate groaned above him, but he kept her trapped and firmly in place. “You taste so delicious, Emi. You drive a bear like me mad.”

  His tongue darted into her folds, stabbing and fucking her again and again until she cried out above him. Sora found he liked her fingers fisting his hair, and liked the sound of her sweet voice calling out his name. Eager for more, his tongue prodded and thrust deep into her. He knew it wasn’t long before she came.

  Sora directed his mouth back to her swollen nub. Closing his lips firmly on her clit, he sucked deep and felt her reach climax.

  He stretched out his mouth to catch every last bit of her cream.

  “What a lovely sight to come across.” Dai’s voice was a welcome sound.

  Sora rose, running his knuckles affectionately against Emi’s rosy cheeks before turning to his lover. “How was the patrol?”

  “Fine. Boring. You two started without me?”

  There was a tinge of yearning in his lover’s voice, but it didn’t reek of anything like jealousy. Just hunger. Sora could feel Dai’s eager bear beneath the surface of his skin, eager for his touch and Emi’s.

  “You didn’t miss a lot, Dai. Are you hungry?” Emi asked as he made his way to them.

  “I was starving for food, but now I’m hungry for something else.” Dai took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.

  The sight of his lover kissing their woman was enough for Sora’s cock to rise again in his trousers.

  “I trust you’ve been keeping Emi company, Sora?” Dai turned to him.

  Sora let the warrior’s large hands pull him toward him. He inhaled the familiar scent of woods, sweat, and musk on Dai. Sora enjoyed the feel of his hard muscles under his kimono against the fabric of his light hunting armor. Sora enjoyed the coarse press of Dai’s lips on his, and the bulge of his impressive and erect cock pressed against his belly.

  “I noticed you’ve taken off your armor,” Sora observed when they parted.

  When he glanced at Emi, Sora saw the warm fondness in her eyes. Some of the mortal females who were unused to the mating ways of shifters couldn’t easily accept that their men also wanted each other in a triumvirate. More and more it was becoming clear to him that Emi was really meant for Dai and him.

  “I’ve gotten aroused from watching the two of you please each other,” Dai rumbled.

  Emi fluttered her eyelashes at him. “I’ve prepared a hearty lunch for you, Dai. Unless you’d like Sora and me to please you first?”

  Dai’s lips quirked and he looked at Sora. “Our woman’s getting bolder, Sora.”

  “I’m only bold around you and Sora, Dai.” Emi retreated to their forgotten packed lunches on the picnic ground. “Shall we eat first? The food is getting cold and it really is a nice, warm afternoon.”

  Dai was about to protest, but his stomach gave a growl.

  Sora gave Dai a pitying glance. “Isn’t it better to partake in rigorous activities after a full belly?”

  They settled on the cloth spread out by Emi on the grass. Sora had to appreciate the time and effort Emi spent making lunch. Having grown up in her father’s palace, she’d confessed she wasn’t used to cooking, but he’d seen her spend a lot of time with Megumi and the other clan women.

  She didn’t let her privileged upbringing get in the way. Her hunger to learn their ways pleased him and Dai immensely, and it was also why the other female shifters found her fascinating.

  “How do you find living with the clan so far, truly?” Dai asked her.

  “It’s quite new to me, but living like this without needing to care about court politics is rather nice. It doesn’t hurt I have two gorgeous males to order around.”

  Sora grinned. “Lucky bastards.”

  She only smiled and leaned her head against Dai’s broad shoulder. The warrior only gently nudged her closer to him. Emi curled her arm around Dai’s, and let out a contented sigh.

  “I wanted to eat first and relax, because I want to discuss something important with the two of you.”

  Sora’s heart suddenly thumped against his chest at the serious note in her voice. He found himself moving to her side, so she was sitting between Dai and him. For a second, Sora thought she’d say that while she liked their way of life, she couldn’t stay.

  After Kimi left him for Nobu, Sora had been insecure about his mates leaving him because they found him flawed. Occasionally, he’d wondered if Dai would get sick of him and leave him, too, although he’d never tell that to the warrior.

  When her hand hovered on her flat belly, something inside him shifted.

  “Emi… Are you…?” Sora couldn’t finish the sentence.

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p; “I haven’t seen the clan healer, but Megumi was certain I was with child.”

  Dai let out a surprised sound beside her. He reached out to touch her hand and Sora found himself touching her small hand, too. Gods of Yamato, how many years had Dai and he been waiting to have a family?

  Fortune was smiling on them when they’d also found the perfect woman in Emi. Another thought also occurred to him, unbidden and unwanted. Could he be a good father to their cubs? Didn’t Kimi leave him because she’d accused him of never being serious or committed enough? Could a man like him really be a father?

  “Oh, sweet Emi. That’s great news.” Dai recovered from the shock first, kissing her cheek. “Remember we’ll be with you in every step.”

  “Sora, are you alright?” Emi asked uncertainly.

  He felt her hand on his, and he raised them to his lips and kissed each of her fingers. Whatever it was she saw in his eyes seemed to reassure her.

  “We should enjoy ourselves thoroughly before you grow big.” Sora thoughtfully stroked at her belly, making her laugh.

  “Is that going to be your new excuse to get me into bed?” Emi asked.

  “Most assuredly.” Dai grinned. “Sora, will you do the honors?”

  “Emi,” Sora murmured, beginning to undress her.

  He peeled off her layers of clothing until her ivory skin and tempting curves gleamed back at them. Sora greedily eyed her, running his hands across the smooth silken length of her body, making her shiver. She pressed closer to him and his cock woke at the press of her hard nipples against his cotton kimono.

  “Tell me what you and Dai want, Sora.”

  Emi began to help him undress. Over her shoulder, Sora could see Dai losing his clothes in a hurry.

  “We want to take you at the same time, Emi.”

  Finally free of his clothes, Sora pulled her to him. He found her nipples, and he began to thumb and then tweak them until they were hardened pebbles in his hand. She moaned beautifully against him.

  “At the same time?”

  Emi’s eyes fluttered, as Dai pressed himself against her back. Sora liked this position the best, with Emi between the two of them. Her softness was a contrast to their hardness, her pale skin striking against their dark, sun-kissed skin.

  “I can feel…”

  “What do you feel, love?” Dai asked.

  Sora could see Dai nipping and licking at the side of her neck. Watching Dai made him press his cock eagerly against Emi’s thigh.

  “Do you feel our hungry cocks, Emi? Do you want to feel us both moving in you, claiming you at the same time?” Sora murmured, moving his hand downward to unerringly find her clit. He pinched at the hardening nub, making her groan.

  “Oh yes. But how?” She sounded aroused, interested, and a little curious.

  “You’re going to straddle me, love. Then Dai’s going to take you from behind.”

  “Ah.”

  Sora’s fingers slid down to her dripping slit. His own cock was strained, leaking, begging for attention, wanting Emi’s tight little pussy.

  “I can feel your arousal, Emi. Even just talking about it is making you wet.”

  She rubbed her delicious body between the two of them. Dai groaned behind her

  “Come, Emi.” Sora lay flat on his back on the spread-out blanket. “Come mount me.”

  He watched her beautiful eyes land on his long and erect cock, watched Dai reach out to pinch her hard nipples, making her cry out. Eventually, Dai released her. She straddled him, slowly easing her lovely pink folds down his cock. Sora took her hands on his chest and laid a kiss on them.

  “You’re doing great, sweet. We’re not going to rush you. We’ll guide you, yes?”

  “I trust you both, Sora.” Her smile was unbearably sweet.

  “Kiss me, Emi. I want to taste you. Bare your fine little ass for Dai, too.”

  Sora could see Dai helping her get into position, guiding her gently with his firm hands. Her lips closed on him once she was in position, and his hands firmly held her hips in place.

  Gods of Yamato, her scent and the flood of her familiar heat and taste overwhelmed him. Sora couldn’t enough of her, and thinking about Emi carrying their cubs made him hotter than ever.

  * * * *

  Heat warmed Dai’s belly and cock. He felt his balls draw in tight against him as his eyes feasted on the fine round curve of Emi’s offered buttocks. She squirmed and wiggled, still mounted on Sora’s cock, as he palmed and parted her ass cheeks.

  Dai leaned against her, his hand sliding down one hip to find the hard nub of her clit. He administered lazy circles over it, and whispered, “Ride Sora, Emi.”

  She began to move. Still rubbing at her clit, Dai’s other hand thumbed the puckered flesh of her asshole. He wet his finger and slid it inside the tight ring of muscles, feeling her body buckle.

  “You can do this, love,” Sora was saying, and continued to make sweet encouraging sounds at her.

  Dai applied more lubrication on his finger and around her asshole as she rode Sora’s cock, groaning and grinding. The sounds both she and his lover made were music to his ears. After making sure Emi was wet, Dai eased one and then two fingers into her asshole.

  “Relax for Dai, Emi. He’s going to fill you up soon. You’re going to feel good and look so fine with both our cocks beautifully stuffed inside you. You belong to us, sweet. And we belong to you.”

  Emi groaned at Sora’s words. Dai felt the heat of his words, too. His cock was rock hard, begging for attention. Using two and then three fingers, he scissored and readied Emi for his access.

  Dai gripped her hips, lifting her gently up from Sora’s cock so he could nudge his cock head in. He made his way in, slow and steady, until he was fully sheathed inside her. Feeling Sora’s hands land on top of his own, Dai withdrew his cock and returned Emi to his care. They alternated between fucking their woman, with Dai thrusting into her, before handing her back to Sora and his hungry cock.

  For a long time, it had only been Sora and him, but sharing Emi with his lover was explosively hot. The grass, the trees, and the bright, sticky afternoon sun fell away. Only their sweating bodies joining and meeting mattered. Dai was grunting and glowing his pleasure, timing his thrusts with Sora, each thrust growing faster and deeper.

  “You’re doing fine. You’re doing excellent, our lovely Emi,” Sora crooned. “Dai, I’m about to come.”

  “Sora, I—” Emi began, sounding breathless, but Dai saw his lover silence her with a kiss.

  “You’ll come when we tell you to, Emi. Yes?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m coming.” Dai felt Sora release Emi. He clutched at her hard and drove into her deep. Dai growled his release, emptying his cum into her.

  “So hot watching you two,” Sora whispered.

  Dai dropped Emi so Sora could have her. Dai reveled in the waves of pleasure taking hold of his body. Logic fell away and bliss took its place. He lay beside Sora, enjoying the sight of his lover reaching his climax. Sora let out a triumphant roar. Dai rose unsteadily and gave Emi a kiss on the cheek.

  “Come, Emi. Come for us.”

  Dai enjoyed the sound of her shuddering cry as she convulsed and came, her lovely pussy quivering around Sora’s cock. They settled Emi between them. She pressed her head into Dai’s shoulder, while Sora stroked her thigh. Her eyes were lazy and content.

  “We should do that again.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Are you sure you’re going to be fine by yourself today, Emi?”

  Emi had a mind to whack Dai on the head with the wooden ladle she was using to stir the breakfast porridge. She didn’t, though, because the big warrior was just concerned.

  Men. Men and their insecurities about pregnant women.

  “I can waddle about just fine,” Emi said with a huff.

  The tension in her shoulders melted away when she felt Dai mold his rock-hard body against the curve of her back. Emi breathed, inhaling his distinctive masculine scen
t, her annoyance fading away.

  “You’re so tense, love.” Dai began to rub circles on her back, using his amazingly talented hands to ease all the knots in her body.

  “I’m tense because you two have been hovering around me constantly,” Emi pointed out, sighing and relaxing into his capable hands.

  “Let’s put the weapon you’re about to use on me down.” Dai took the wooden ladle away from her hands. “Come on. Let’s settle you against some cushions, hmm?”

  Protests hovered on the tip of her tongue, but Emi was feeling worn out. She let herself sag against his solid frame and allowed him to lead her back to the sitting room.

  “My feet are killing me and I feel sick all the time. If you two ever get me pregnant again, I swear I’ll kill both of you.”

  Emi whipped her head at the sound of Sora’s laughter, eyes narrowing. The hunter was stringing his hunting bow on one corner of the room, looking smug as always. “Did you think that was an idle threat, Sora?”

  At her testy tone, Sora finally looked up at her, his expression sobering.

  “Of course not, dear Emi. You’re deadly with a ladle. You bruised me up pretty well the last time.”

  “Only because you finger dipped the stew I was making.”

  Emi let Dai settle her into his broad lap on the floor. She liked the careful but firm way he handled her, settling her against his chest, his hand winding around her distended stomach. He slipped his hand into her kimono, rubbing gently at her belly.

  “I feel like a whale,” she told him.

  “Oh, sweet. You’re beautiful.” Sora finished stringing his bow to join them on the cushions. He kissed her deeply, his hand resting on her belly. “Are you sure you’ll be fine alone? With the wolves wandering around our woods, all the men in the village will be gone until dusk.”

  Emi made a face at him, unable to help herself. She wagged a threatening finger at him.

  “Not you, too. I’ve told you both for the thousandth time. I’m perfectly fine. Besides, Megumi and Rika will be coming over later, so I’m not technically alone.”

  Her two men exchanged worried glances.